"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1677
(12/8/03 6:16 am)
The Mistake
Dark figures on horses clumped into a group outside the Mirkwood forest. Anoron in the middle of the clump, addressing the rangers around her.
I want him braught back alive! She ordered. Anyone who does him serious physical harm with suffer my blade! We need him in good condition for the exchange!....Go!...and take prisoners! She yelled.
Her men cheered and reared their horses about, galloping fast into Mirkwood. They were to retirive the Prince by any means necessary -- and any who got in the way. Prisoners always came in useful.
Anoron turned her horse about, three men at her side. They trotted back towards their large campsite, where about a dozen more men were waiting.
They had claimed a small cement ruin; an old house for a lord probably. Nice enough to house them. Anoron wanted to make this exchange as quickly as possible.
In Mirkwood, panic began to spread as the men searched. Elves ran and some faught. One minion of Thranduil ran into the Lord's home, where servants were already scattering about. He ran to the Prince's chambers. M'lord! They've come for you!....They've come! He said.
His name was Morn. He was loyal to Legolas and his father. Hussling the Prince out, he began to brief him. Should they catch you, and ask your name, use mine. Do not tell them you are who you are........otherwise, it's all over, m'lord.
As they ran out, slicing with their blades, they were stopped by a large grouping of the men.
Where is he?! One gruff man asked. The Prince!
Morn paused. I am he. Prince Legolas of the Mirkwood realm. This is my minion Morn.
The man smiled.
Right then. He looked back to the men. Let's go!
The group attacked the two Elves, binding their hands and dragging them to their horses. They didn't mind bringing a prisoner back. Perhaps they could wager even more on the exchange for two Elves.
Leaving parts of Mirkwood destoryed, the group galloped off again. Morn and Legolas captive, yet identities mixed.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
The true Legolas looked to his friend next to him. He was indeed a friend to he risking his own neck, but then, if they wanted to capture the prince, Morn was safer then Legolas. Though with his name, and he being only a prisoner, he could easily be killed off. It was just as well. His frined was loyal, and Morn had a wife at home. Legolas wanted to see him return to her.
The men grabbed them roughly and blindfolded them. Their hands bound before them, and a leashlike rope attached. When they arrived, the men grabbed them and drug them into the stronghold they resided in. Immediately they were brought to their leader.
Legolas wanted to gag inwardly at the horrid stetch the man gave off. The smell of stale ale, and dried urine on the codpiece of his breeches was enough to make one pass out, but both he and Morn sucked it up. Both elves were thrown to the floor, and the blindfolds undone. They stepped back from the two elves who sat before their leader.
Legolas looked up to her with cold eyes. It was a woman. A bit shocking rather. A woman about gangly looking men who fumed a foul odor and disturbing sight. SHe, however, was not like them. She, for one, obviously bathed, her wild curls tamed and yet free, and her fair face was haunting. If she was not aiding in the capture on them, Legolas would find her rather enchanting.
"What do you want with us?" He dared to ask coldly. Ice dripped from his voice, but a brutal kick to the side reminded him of their situation. "Watch yer tongue!" The man barked out. Sneering, Legolas' cold eyes drifted back up to the woman. Her appearacne was that of stature, SHe was tall, and slender under her garbs of war.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1678
(12/8/03 4:09 pm)
Re: The MistakePatients, dear Elf.... She said with a small smile. Her eyes moved to another brutish man.
He scoffed. Morn, m'lady.
Morn. She repeated. A minion of the fair Prince, no doubt?... She smiled and paced about them; looking the captives up and down. Well, you are both quite brave. And you should be. This is no kidnapping for ransom, I assure you. No.....'tis a trade.
A small smile came to her lips as she stopped in front of them.
We trade the Prince of Mirkwood, for one of our own. Anoron said darkly. A ranger named Halîn, who was taken and now held prisoner by Easterlings. They are rounding up slaves. An Elven Prince was high on their list. And now, that we have two elves, perhaps we can get even more for our troubles.
The lads about her cheered and roared with laughter.
Take the prince to the lower levels. She said, motioning her head. He was dragged off. She looked to the real Legolas. And this one comes with me. Let's see what I can get out of him.
THe men laughed and picked up "morn" -- dragging him to her chambers and locking the door.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Re: The Mistake
Legolas scrambled to his feet and rushed to the door, but it was looked before he could open in. Cursing in his elvish tongue, he looked around for another way out. Now he knew their plan. They were going to take them, or Morn, to the south where the Easterlings dwelt. An exchange of prisonors. Legolas could not let morn suffer such a fate.
He sat on the edge of the bed as he looked around. Legolas began to ponder ways of escapes he could muster. First, he pulled out the secret stiletto from his boot and cut the ropes around his hands. His wrists were red from the tightness of the rope cord.
Legolas slipped the dagger back in his boot, and watched the door carefully.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1679
(12/8/03 8:08 pm)
Re: The Mistake
Anoron opened the door and walked into the room. She waited, and heard a soft click. The men had locked it from the outside. Now she nor "morn" could get out. Perfect. There was no other means of escape.
Turning she looked to him, a sly smile on her lips. Now...what can you tell me about your prince?..... She asked, beginning to pace. Strong worker, no doubt. Smart. Quick. Efficiant. Not as beautiful as I heard from tales and song -- at least in my opinion.
Her eyes slowly grazed over the feature of this Elf. Your more to my liking....perhaps I could even keep you myself.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Re: The Mistake
Legolas stood quickly and backed away from her. His icy cold eyes watched her every movement. "I will not be kept by any man here. I would sooner die. I will tell you nothing about the prince!" He spat out venomously as he watched her. He ha yet to tell her that HE was truely the prince, and yet she favoured him..rr his body. Legolas did not like the looks of this.
"Who are you?" He dared to ask.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1680
(12/9/03 5:09 am)
Re: The MistakeAnoron. She said, giving a small bow. Unworthy of being in the same room as an Elf....especially a minion of Thranduil, let alone the prince.
She smiled and walked over to him. I haven't had dealings with elves in some time. After all, we're nothing but ugly, smelling, weak humans to you, hm? She asked, tilting her head slightly.
Reaching over, she touched a lock of his hair between her fingers.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Re: The Mistake
Leolas stiffened as her fingers touched a lock of his golden hair. His jaw was locked and tight, not to mention his eyes cold and hard. How dare she touch him? Though in the back of his mind he thought her fair and beautiful, she was cold like the rest of them beyond the door. "I do not cast judgement on the race, but the person. Let it be known that I think this band of men is disgusting. You bind us and drap us as if we are hethans, which we are far from, Miss Anoron." He said stiffly. Legolas held his hands at his side, while Legolas' hands clentched and unclentched tensely.
"I don't know what you want with the prince....but you will not get it." He said flatly. Anoron did not know that what he spoke was true. From Morn, she would get nothing, for the Easterlings were not fools, and they did brush into them occasionally. Legolas refused to he passed on from one human to the next like so toy or thing.
"I am a living thing...and should be treated accordingly." Legolas said coldly. Bold he was to demand such a thing, for most in his posistion would shy away in fear, or blurt unpardonable things, and ruin themselves, and drive themselves to insanity.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1681
(12/9/03 5:35 am)
Re: The Mistake
Anoron dropped the piece of hair and looked to him. Don't say I never gave you the peaceful chance. Normally, this would result in torture and pain.....yet....your quite beautiful. Moreso than your prince.
Her eyes darkened, somewhat. Yet now, you give me no choice....
Swiftly, she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him; her legs pinning down his arms. The elf struggled beneath her of course, but her hold was strong. Her legs, slender, with the muscles of a runner.
Reaching down, she tore open his tunic and shirt, exposing his pale skinned chest. For a moment, she merely stared at it, nearly entranced by his beauty and slender, yet muscular form.
Shaking her head, she grabbed a small lit candle from the sidetable. Holding it above the Elf's stomach, she slowly tilted it. Hot wax dripped from the candle onto his chest and abs.
The Elf winced and bit back to cry out. Hot wax was almost scolding. Now...tell me what I want to know....
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Re: The Mistake
The wax burned and scolded his skin. His mucles cried out in pain, but prie was what did not bring Legolas to cry out himself. She would enjoy him screaming and writhing in pain. Trying to ignore the pain, he shook his head. "I will tell you nothing, save your plan will not work." He spat back venomously.
He struggled beneath hre, and after time gave up on struggling for now, and save his energy, for the more he moved, and the more wax she poured, it hurt worse then before. Cold eyes gazed up at Anoron, and a tight jawed sneer met her as well.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1682
(12/9/03 5:48 am)
Re: The Mistake
Anoron's eyes grew colder as well. He was forcing her to hurt him, when in her heart, she did not want to inflict such pain upon the elf.
Pouring a little more hot wax on him, she set the candle down again, and drew out her small dagger. She placed the flat of it on the wax. It was incredibly cool; which made the small burns on his skin sting even more.
He gave a small cry out at this, not able to contain himself. It almost shattered Anoron's heart to hear the creature give such a small yelp of pain. Her eyes protrayed it for a while; hurt and guilt, as she took the dagger away and merely stuck it back in her boot.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Legolas did not see her look of pain, nor the guilt. His eyes had closed from the stinging pain upon his skin. The wax began to harden, and clung to him. His chest heaved with every pant to relieve the throbbing pain on his chest and torso, until it was but a dull throb. His silver blue eyes gazed up at her again, in loathe and hostility.
He sneered at her, and continued now to buck her off, using his torso and hips.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1683
(12/9/03 6:02 am)
Re: The Mistake
The cold sneer and eyes of the Elf braught Anoron back from her stage of guilt, and turned her eyes hard once more.
His hips and lower torso did every little to her; save arouse her slightly. Reaching down, she began to peal off the dried wax. Beneath it, was small little faded red marks. They would heal in time.
Yet taking off the wax just allowed Anoron the opportunity to feel his smooth skin and chest. After all the wax had been taken off -- Anoron lightly traced the red marks with her fingers. She didn't really know why she was doing it, but it gave her satisfaction to do so. The Elf seemed somewhat confused by her actions.
It was only until she saw the look of confusion in his eyes that she stopped. Why show him any gentleness!? It's not like he appreciated it. Knowing she had to regain her strong status, she gave him a smack across the face. The slap hurt her ears and made her feel guilty, but she did not show it.
Finally, she got off the elf, grabbing a pillow. She tossed the pillow on the floor and laid down on it. He could stay on the bed -- she didn't care. He needed to heal anyway, and rest.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Re: The Mistake
The cold hard slap on the face woke him from the haze of confusion. SHe was being gentle with him. Not that he wasn't grateful, for he was truelly, but she to show HIM kindness? The slap brought him back, that she did not care. Why would ANoron. As she got off the bed, he shot up and got off of the bed. He grabbed his tunic and slid it over his bare shoulders, easing his way to a corner.
The clasps were broken, and all he could down was pull it about him and keep the front closed. From the corner he eyed her carefully. Pride and stubborness were more present now then ever. He would not sleep in her bed, while she slept on the floor.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1684
(12/9/03 6:16 am)
Re: The Mistake
Anoron sat up and watched the poor thing cower in the corner stubbornly. She sighed and stood up again, grabbing her pillow. Well if you won't sleep in it, I will. A damn sight more comfortable than the floor.
She slid into bed, without the covers, and laid down with her back to "Morn". She could stand to see any creature like that, let alone some beautiful elf. She did not fall asleep right away at all. She stayed up for a while, merely listening. The window was very small; Anoron herself could not get through. At times she cursed that.
How she wanted to leave this place. Run, and live on her own. Anoron wanted out of this group. She made a promise to herself, that after this, she would go.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Re: The Mistake
Legolas watched ANoron, until she reconized the steady breathing of her sleep. Silently he crept over to teh small window and examined it. It was small, too small for him, as well her. He frowned and looked at it closer. It needed to be bigger only so slightly. A long slender hand gripped one of the bars, and with a swift yank, he pulled the bar out. This he could use as a krobar, or a weapon, should one of the men see him; he dare not use it on her.
He felt pity for Anoron. Pity to see such a beautiful woman trapped among suck man.The advantage they had, was that the stone was old, and a bit weather worn, making the stones softer then normal. Using the bar, he began to chisol away the stone around the other bars. He was going to get out, along with his friend Morn. He hope she was still asleep.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1685
(12/9/03 4:33 pm)
Re: The Mistake
Suddenly, a slender arm wrapped around 'Morn's neck, and pulled him back. That's not very stealthy, is it?! Her voice whispered harshly.
It had been rather loud; the elf hacking away at it. She was right there -- of course Anoron heard it. Taking his wrist in her hand, she thrusted it against the wall a few times, to get him to drop the bar. It rolled to the floor, and she kicked it away with her foot. Now, behave like a good elf. She warned.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Re: The Mistake"Would not the prey wish to avade the preditor?" And with that, His leg wrapped around hers and tripped her. Her harm loosened and he slipped from her grasp. Legolas picked up the bar and stood his ground. "Stay away from me...and keep your hands off of me." He retorted venomously. He was not about to be controled.
He stood by the window and watched her. Then, as fast as lightening and raced to the door. Using the point of the bar he tried to pick the look and bust out the door.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1686
(12/9/03 5:04 pm)
Re: The Mistake
Anoron sat on the floor for a moment, and stood slowly. 'Tis locked from the outside, elf! She snapped. You cannot get out unless it is opened from the other side. There is NO escape. Perhaps, when the shift comes, you may TRY to escape.....but you will only place yourself and the prince in more danger.
If this elf was loyal, he would not want to see his prince harmed. Reaching down, she unseathed her dagger and pointed at him. Now....lay on the bed. She threatened.
The elf hesitated, then did so. After all a pipe would be of little use against a dagger. Once he was on the bed, Anoron shoved him back. Going to her dresser she took out four leather belts and walked back over. While the Elf did not fight, she strapped his legs and arms to her bed.
Let's not have you doing anything like that for the rest of the night, hmm?... She said, tying the last one and standing.
Moving to her small closet, she began to root through it -- yet a sudden click of the door startled her and she turned. Another man entered, Ramoth.
So....this is where you are. He said, smiling slyly.
He glanced at the Elf on the bed, scoffed and looked back to Anoron. Having a bit of fun are you?
No. She snapped. He was bothersome. She mumbled, walking towards her desk again.
Yet as she passed Romath, he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her tightly to him. Anoron rolled her eyes and tried to push back from him. Ramoth... She groaned, not wanting to deal with his advances now. Not in front of an Elf.
Yet he didn't listen, he began to undo her breeches and tear the clasps of her shirt as well. No Romath....stop!... She said, beginning to get a little more forceful.
It's nothing the Elf hasn't seen! He snapped to her, grabbing her wrists tightly. Anoron gave a small cry as he pushed her against the wall, giving a final tug to her breeches.
Romath, please stop!... She pleaded. Anoron hated this. He took advantage of her the most; the others merely made a few cat calls and flirting. But this would be his second time 'taking' her.
Stop!! She said again, almost in tears as his hand cupped her crotch and his lips attached onto her neck. Anoron began to cry, closing her eyes and waiting for this to be over. Yet all Romath did this time, was feel her up and brand her. Still, it was very degrating.
Had 'morn' not been in the bed, Romath more than likely would've raped her. He released Anoron and stepped back, giving her hair a small tousle. You'd better get used to it Anoron. I own this ravel of men -- so if you want somewhere to eat and sleep, I suggest you keep quiet and learn your place.
With a final leer, he left the room.
Anoron stayed there for a few moments, merely letting the tears fall silently. Slowly, she did up her breeches again, and the top part of her shirt.
She got off the wall slowly, and sat down in the corner of the room; placing her head in her hands. She hated this; hated being so dependent on this for food and shelter. His hands were rough, and she'd no doubt have bruises.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Re: The Mistake
Legolas had say the whole thing, not to mention heard what was said. He felt sorry for her...to be condemned to this life. Had he not been strapped down, and not have a feeling of antagonistic towards her, he would confort her. His heart got to him. Elves were kind at heart, thought now he knew that some humans were as well. This Anoron was kind, but with the wrong crowd.
"Why do you stay here? I'm sure one such as you could find a better life then this..." He said as his voice soften. Legolas still was cautious of her, but he felt his heart softening for her. Perhaps she justed need to be around the right people.
Legolas tugged and pulled at the leather cords that held him down.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Elven Ranger
Mistress of Woodland Shadows
Administrator
Posts: 1687
(12/9/03 6:42 pm)
Re: The Mistake
Anoron wiped away some of her tears. And where am I supposed to go?!.... She asked, a little harshly, but not directed towards Legolas. There is no place. She'd thought that over about a hundred times. Wondering if she could -- but she never did. She was afraid to go alone, and end up getting killed. Her skill was great, but she needed companionship.
Looking up, she saw Legolas tugging a bit on his straps. Perhaps that was a little much. Standing, she walked over and undid the straps. His wrists were slightly red, since they hadn't been tied for that long. Taking a blanket, she wrapped it around herself and went back to the corner.
The elf could sleep or do what he wanted. He couldn't get out and neither could she. Anoron began to care less and less.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night..
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade..
Email This To a Friend
Topic Commands
Click to receive email notification of replies
Click to stop receiving email notification of replies